[Comprehensive] That female man downstairs

Dean wondered if he should learn some old methods handed down from long ago and then improve his luck a little bit—not to mention gambling, in fact, when he was investigating a supernatural event with Sam, he needed With the help of the local police, when they were happy—well, maybe not so happy—pretending to be the FBI in an attempt to obtain useful information, the other party was quick to detain them and detained them directly.

Dean's heart almost collapsed.

Let me out and save the world!Please don't lock me up in this kind of place! 72 hours is very precious, really precious, ordinary people like you will not understand qaq!

In contrast, Sam is much calmer. They erased all traces of the credit card before. Anyway, he used to be a schoolmaster... Well, probably as long as no one from the FBI really gets involved, there will be no problem. The police probably can only Detain them for 72 hours, and their weapons are salt bombs and the like, and the other party has no reason to prosecute.

But why did they detain themselves and his brother so quickly?This question is really strange. Could it be that one of the policemen is possessed by the devil they once fought?No no no, he quickly overturned this conjecture. If so, they wouldn't have been detained for 72 hours. He bet they couldn't find out what bad things they did.

He and Dean are like two vagrants that can be seen everywhere in the United States...

Wait, did he just complain about being a vagrant?

Former school bully Sam Winchester silently lowered his head and put his handcuffed hand on his forehead.

And at this moment, the "culprit" who got them stuck in the 72-hour detention situation—a certain real-fbi special mascot is sitting in his office and studying new cases with his friends— —This should not be regarded as a serial murder case, but it really happened too heinously.

A body, specifically a young woman, white, about 21 or 22 years old, they haven't found her head yet, but the police have found other parts of her.

Yes, this is a dismemberment case.

A very heinous dismemberment case.

Reid looked at the information in his hand and frowned involuntarily. JJ sorted out his thoughts and tried to make his attitude more calm so that he could narrate clearly. In fact, the forensic doctor in this case was her high school classmate. When I saw her, I repeated the phrase "this is not something a human can do" over and over again, and then I was arranged to see a psychiatrist for treatment. "So far...we found the victim's intestines, which were neatly soaked in blood, then washed and stacked together," she took a deep breath, "and then the victim's lungs, which were treated in the same way. The rest of the found tissues were shredded into pieces of no less than 500 yuan and scattered in different areas of Washington, DC, and it is preliminarily speculated that they were discarded through the subway system."

Morgan flipped through the documents in his hand, "So...the victim's head hasn't been found yet?"

"It won't be too long." Reaching for his reading glasses, he said after a long silence, "It won't be long before her head will be found. Haven't identified the victim yet?"

"The local police are stepping up the investigation of people who have been missing for more than four days," jj shook his head, "if there is any news, they will notify us as soon as possible."

"The autopsy report said they found no signs of overkill or sexual assault, so... it has nothing to do with sex?" Elle pushed the photo in her hand to her little friends.

"Maybe it's something else." Morgan put his hand on his chin and analyzed seriously, "Maybe he did it for something else."

Reid was already standing in front of the map, and he kept drawing the map in front of him with his fingers. "Generally speaking, there are regularities in the places where the corpses are dismembered and thrown away. Generally, the torso is close and the head is far away..." He took the pen and wrote it on the map. A circle was drawn on it, "This is his safe zone." At this moment, Garcia broke in, screamed "Ah!", covered his eyes with the information in his hand, "Oh my god Oh, my god, jj my god."

"It's okay, you're safe." JJ turned off the screen, and then Garcia took a deep breath, "The local police called just now, and it has been confirmed that the identity of the victim and..." She took a deep breath, As if wanting to soothe his heart, he said, "And her head."

After she finished speaking, she pursed her lips tightly, as if she no longer wanted to touch these topics.

She has also seen many cruel things, but this matter has completely exceeded her acceptance range, and even other people may not be affected.

"Hey, I think I found a pattern." Reid drew out all the places where the corpses were dumped, "Here, here, and here..." He kept drawing on it, "Here, and The latest place for throwing corpses..." He sketched it out again, and then inserted the cap of the pen, "This is a heart-shaped curve." He quickly calculated beside him, "This should be the most basic heart-shaped curve formula, he not only He only used the subway system to dispose of the corpse, and he still has strong calculation and control skills, and his education should be very high..." He quickly marked the polar axis on the drawn heart shape, the center Unbiased and landed in one place. "This is..." He was about to say when Garcia said, "Georgetown University."

"Ava Smith. She is a sophomore at Georgetown University. Her family reported to the local police station that she was missing five days ago." She put the things in her hands on the small round table where everyone was meeting. "What's the matter?" Call me anytime." Then he slipped away as if fleeing.

"It's really perverted." Elle showed an obvious disgusted expression.

"So, is this a dangerous overture? Or his way of showing it?"

"Red is responsible for calculating the location of the body, and then notifying the local police to find it." Hodge closed the information in his hand, stretched out his hand and pinched the location of his Jingming acupoint, he tends to feel a little tired recently, "Morgan, elle, jj is going to Georgetown University ask the victim's classmates," he paused again, and added, "Garcia," he ordered to their computer genius through the communicator, "check the victim's cell phone, social network, etc. her contacts."

"Sir." Garcia replied over there, and then pressed her communicator with a pen.

He took off his presbyopic glasses, and then reached out and patted Hodge on the shoulder as a sign of comfort when everyone was performing their duties.He was an old bone of Bau, but when he saw such a case—no matter how many times, he would subconsciously feel uncomfortable, and then he set his sights on his students.

Spencer Reid was staring at the heart-shaped curve on his map, calculating every location of the corpse, and then marked a lot of points one after another. He has no time to think about other things now, and his concentration is not enough. Allowed, but maybe after the case is over, he will react suddenly and feel uncomfortable all over.

Did that pervert think he was showing love or something else?No one knows, only that he is estimated to be around 35 to 40 years old, highly educated, because there are no traces of sexual assault and abuse, and there is no resistance injury according to forensic evidence, so the other party is either very attractive, or People who knew the victim, although this was only a temporary profile, thought it might not be his first crime.

"He won't stop, he will just continue, and this is not the first time for him." Reid agreed, and then remembered that Georgetown University seemed to be jj's alma mater, as if...it was also the school where cc was studying now?He couldn't help being a little worried, but after thinking about cc's scary combat power, he thought that she should be fine, so he temporarily calmed down, but when he thought that the other party might be holding a gun or something, he couldn't help thinking about it again. West.

"Precise and restrained, even knowing to put some organs in water to stop the bleeding, the crime was too calm during the crime," he said, at this time his phone rang, "Sir," this is from Garcia, a computer genius The hotline of the beauty, "I just checked all the cases in the United States, including two overseas states, and none of them met the requirements. No one committed the crime with the same characteristics, and I couldn't find anything at all."

"It's impossible." Rhett looked at Hodge with those eyes that seemed to have a panic expression, "Serial killers will not give up his characteristics and modus operandi easily."

Putting his hand on his chin, he was silent wisely, but Hodge said, "Maybe... there is some reason why he keeps changing his tactics." When he said this, he thought of a particularly frightening possibility, so that As a seasoned bau profiler, he was shuddered by his own thoughts. At that moment, he understood Hodge's thoughts. The two of them looked at Rhett together, and he pursed his lips a little bit bewildered Cuo, "So... he was trying to avoid being caught, so... it is very likely that he kept changing his tactics when he committed the crime?"

Generally speaking, those who are caught do not change their tactics—although some of them have not been caught, such as Jack the Ripper and the Zodiac Killer, but if we count the existing records of captured serial killers, You'll find most of them up for the challenge, showing off, and having fun - so they get caught.

But this... He set his sights on the function he calculated and felt his lips dry.

【You can only truly enjoy long-term happiness and satisfaction if you constantly innovate. 】

Rhett felt that he had seen a lot of things, but there was still a chill from the bottom of his heart, which made his hair stand on end.

He seems to... Miss CC a little bit, although they only met this morning.

For him, each of bau's friends is family and friends.

But... cc is a little different.

She is more like a harbor.

It seems that only when he is with her, he can forget the horrible things in his dreams, eyes, and encounters, and only think about happy things.